Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

"Yeah, baby, that's the way I like it," the man behind her said. "Help me fuck that sweet little ass of yours!"

She had to put her hands on the top of Bennett's head for support. There was no way she could hold herself up otherwise. Weak and feeling drained, yet excited, the girl let the men do whatever they wanted. And she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the feel of a tongue working all over her cunt. She enjoyed the steady fucking motion in and out of her ass. Most of all, she enjoyed fucking a woman at last.

"Okay, kid, you want cock coming fast and furious. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get more than you bargained for!"

"I doubt it," she sighed, feeling his prick begin the long retreat out of her butt. When he slammed back into her body, she shuddered, holding back her come. The girl wanted this to be a big one. Huge. She wanted it to rip the tap off her head. And it did.

The combined work of the cock reaming out her butt and the tongue working so sensuously on her blue-tinged, cunt-juice-drenched pussy lips did the trick. She moaned and cried and tried to ram her ass back onto the spike of cock impaling her.

And as she did, this pulled her pussy away from the tongue slithering into her seething cunt. The girl reversed her movements and found that she had to shove her twat down into Bennett's face for him to give her all the mouth love she wanted. This caused Joe's prick to slip from her asshole.

The girl couldn't get it both ways. Finally, she found a halfway spot where she got both tongue and cock. The tongue didn't work all the way up into her pussy like the berserk tornado it had been. Nor did the cock drill quite as deeply into her clinging hot rectum. But she was able to get the best out of both types of love.

"Shit, man, I don't fucking believe this," cried Bennett. "I can actually feel you fucking her. Though her guts, I can feel your Goddamn cock! This is really kinky!"

"Is that what the snake slithering around against my pecker was," Joe said. "I figured she had tapeworms or something. But it got to me. So keep doing it."

The lewd noises of the man butt fucking her made Katherine respond as much as anything else. Her tits were billowing up, filled with blood. She simply knew her nipples would explode with lust at any minute. She lifted one hand off Bennett's. He jumped off the desk and came around to watch. The sight that met his eyes was one which made his limp cock stir restlessly. He almost wished he could get another boner then and there. He'd show this chick what it meant to have a real cocksman fucking her!

Still, it was sort of kinky watching Bennett eat the girl's pussy. He seemed to be doing a good job. Not as good as Joe would have done, but not bad.

The girl still had her knees on the man's shoulders. His nose pressed firmly into her pussy mound and his tongue roamed along her cunt lips. When he found the deep hole of her cunt, he dipped into it again. She used her feathery touches on her clit to get off again.

Finally, Bennett had to pull away. He stood, pussy fluid coating his lips and running down his chin. The man smiled and said to Joe, "That's one hell of a tight pussy. You should have tried it. As tight as any asshole."

"You ought to know."

Joe turned and looked at Katherine. The girl had sunk to her knees on the desk. He walked over to her and peered down into her eyes, still glazed by sexual desire. Her tits heaved up and down in an enticingly direct manner and her cunt was spread wide open for any man with enough starch in his prick to make use of it.

He glanced down at his own cock. It still remained dead after the eager fucking of her butt. He enjoyed greeking a chick, especially one as sexy as this one. But it took a hell of a lot out of him. More so than fucking a cunt. He almost wished he hadn't been so squeamish about sloppy seconds. He could have shown her what a real stud could do, and then fucked her ass.

Katherine's eyes finally focused a little bit, and she realized that both men stared at her. She straightened and pulled the front of her blouse together in a chaste, prim movement. It hid nothing.

Getting off the desk, she picked up the miniskirt she had discarded before the butt fucking had started, and wrapped it around her. With great dignity, dignity she didn't feel inside, she said, "Excuse me. I probably have customers waiting out on the floor."

"Baby, you can sell what you got to me any time!" said Joe.

She walked out, not looking back at either him or Bennett. At the moment, she hated bath of them with an intensity that matched the terror of her fucking.

"I'm glad you finally agreed to have lunch with me," said Martin, looking at Katherine across the small, round table in the cafeteria. Glancing around, he saw a fair enough crowd milling at the very edges of the room. For the most part, they were alone in a sea of people. That was exactly what he wanted.

"Don't be like that, Marty," Katherine said. "It's just that I've been so mixed up lately. I don't know what's happening to me."

"It's the job, isn't it? I can tell. Every time I mention it, you tense up and look like I'm going to hit you. What's wrong with clerking in a ladies' lingerie department, for Christ's sake?"

"The manager," she said in a voice almost too soft to hear.

"He's bugging you, huh? Just tell him I'll smash his face in if he even tries to touch you!"

Katherine looked at her boyfriend and decided he wasn't kidding. Martin meant what he said. She'd never thought of Marty as being the physical type before. At least not the type who got into fights. The tiny details she saw now made her change her opinion. Scars on his knuckles might have come from a lot of things; she guessed now that they came from fist fights. And the muscles rippling under his skin weren't small. He was strong for his size and weight.

The girl had begun to tell all, then stopped. She couldn't have Marty fighting her fights for her. Besides, he might go too far and actually harm Bennett. She would get fired and there might be a real scandal as a result. She wasn't sure she could bear the shame involved in something like that. Her parents would never understand her motives for wanting to go out on her own or her motives for putting up with the shit dished out by Bennett.

For that matter, Katherine wasn't sure she understood why she took whatever her manager did to her without complaining loud and long.

The girl knew that embarrassment was part of it. She didn't want to admit that she had actually done all those lewd, awful things. Seeing the one buyer jack off had been bad – modeling the skimpy costumes to make him do it was even worse. And the bout with Bennett and his friend, Joe, the prior day had sapped her will power.

"I've just been working too hard, Marty," she ended up saying. She hated herself for lying to him, but it was all she could do.

"I have just the recipe for hard work," he said, a smug look on his face. "It's called hard play. Let's take off this weekend and go up to the cabin in the woods. We haven't been up there in months and months."

"All weekend?" she asked, startled.

"Sure, why not? We're all grown up now," he laughed. "You're able to vote for President, heaven help us all, and you're much too pretty and much too old to remain a virgin."

She bit her lip again. She had been saving her cherry for her husband – and that could have been Marty. She shook her head slowly, indicating that she was thinking. He took it to mean that she didn't want to go into the woods.

"You're all uptight over my suggestions. Hell, Katherine, loosen up. Enjoy yourself. You only have one life and you should grab all the enjoyment from it you can." He wiggled forward a little on his chair. She frowned at the awkward gesture, then jumped when she felt a hot foot pressing in between her legs.